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Partridge Family Love: Chapter 6
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Shirley Partridge drove home from church. Her encounter with the reverend did get her mind off of Keith at least for a short time. Maybe she just needed to keep herself busy and that would lessen her temptation to be with her son. As she pulled into her driveway on Sycamore Road, she noticed that the bus was gone. Then she remembered that Keith was going to the beach with friends to camp and wouldn't be back until the next day. Part of her was disappointed he wasn't home but a part of her was relieved. Perhaps a quiet Sunday spent alone would be just what she needed to clear her head. She parked the car and walked into her empty house.
She went into her bathroom and turned on the water to the shower. As she undressed she looked out the window into the backyard and could see Pedro, her gardener in his khaki work shirt and pants, trimming the bushes with shears. She had never noticed but he was actually a nice looking young man. He was in his twenties with dark hair and mustache, just a little taller than her with a stocky build. She stepped away from the window and looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. The redness on her bottom from the spanking the reverend had given her had faded. She was surprised that there wasn't more evidence of the activities that had happened just a short time ago. The tangle of hair at the junction of her thighs caught her eye. Summer was almost here and she needed a trim. She reached for her razor then paused thinking. Quickly, she turned off the water and put on a bathrobe, tying the sash around her waist as she walked into the kitchen.
She opened the back door just enough to stick her head out.
"Pedro," she called out. "Can you come over here?"
"Buenas dias, Senora Partridge," he said tipping his straw cowboy hat as he walked toward her. "You need something?"
"I need your help," she said as she opened the door wider, inviting him into the kitchen. She closed the door then turned to him. "How do you shave your mustache?"
"Mi mostacho?" he asked puzzled, pointing to his upper lip. "I use, ah... a razor straight."